Nia Mitchell blinked and stared dazedly at the CEO who had encircled her waist.
Maxwell Peary's facial features softened, rare for him, and he shook his head helplessly upon seeing her like this.
With a forceful move, he picked her up and headed straight for the waiting room.
"Put me down!"
Nia quickly understood what he had in mind and began to struggle immediately.
"No."
Maxwell spoke confidently, kicking open the waiting room door and then nudging it closed with his foot.
"Ah, let me go."
"Bang!"
Rabina Mitchell finally got her wish and was indeed put down.
However, being placed on this large bed didn't give her any sense of security, did it?
Could she ask the CEO to keep holding her instead?
After Maxwell put her down, he pressed over her directly.
"Ah!"
Nia exclaimed, immediately extending her two small hands to create some distance between them.
"What are you doing?"
Nia's face turned red; there was no need to ask in this situation.
